Keywords: short story wilderness

Anthony J. Melchiorri SHIPWRECKED IN SIBERIA Lets go. Belskiys raspy voice cracked through the early morning darkness. Shukshin looked toward the window of the drafty room where Belskiy stood. A shimmer of orange approached the horizon, chasing away the loitering stars. The thick covers, matted and clumped, were still more welcoming than the blankets of snow outside. Yes, Shukshin said, but Ive got to feed Dusha first. Belskiy muttered something incomprehensible about the dog lying next to ...